Winger: One night will melt the ice

One night.

It was supposed to be one wild night with my friendamp;mdash;a fiercely sexy chef.

Now I can't stop thinking about her. Can't stop craving her flavor.

And that was before I found out our no-strings night resulted in two little pink lines.

As the number one Winger for the Seattle Sharks and the last man standing in our bad-boy trio, the only lines I'm familiar with are red and blue.

But while hockey is my life, Jeannine branded herself on my heart. She's in so deep I couldn't cut her out even if I wanted to.

What do I want? Everything.

She wants to do this on her ownamp;mdash;she's never needed a man. The little bundle swelling her gorgeous body isn't going to change that.

I've got three months to change Jeanine's mindamp;mdash;to prove I'm ready to trade the nightlife for dad-life, but for once, my reputation off the ice isn't helping me score the girl. The harder I try, the higher she builds her walls.

The thought of losing them both is more terrifying than a career-ending injury.

Our clock is running down, and if I can't prove that I'm all-in for her and our baby, our chance at forever will end in a shut-out.

This time I'm playing for keeps.

Contains mature themes.